Friday hawt chicks & links – The Inspiration edition.

Welcome to the hawt chicks & links thread for yet another week. You may have noticed that yesterday I did not post an article as per my normal schedule. I would like to say that I was indisposed; or perhaps I had been kidnapped by aliens; or even by feminists; or caught in another blizzard.

But the truth is that I simply had nothing in the tank. It was a case of complete loss of inspiration. I tried, oh I tried. But everything I attempted went into the metaphorical bin. Some days you just ain’t got the mustard, and when that happens the last thing that I want to impose on my readers is a mustardless piece.

Thankfully some other people around the world have had the mustard this week. Filling the breach, so to speak. Have I left out any cliches? I think not. So enough already – on with it.

By having them make daily notes, it alerted to them to how often they were eating out. So when it came time to ask them, again, to estimate their weekly budget for eating out, the estimates were, on average, more than two times higher than their first estimate. The participants thought they knew how much they were spending on food away from the home, only to later increase their estimates.

My study also found that those who tended to eat out more overall had a bigger gap between their first and second reported budgets. In other words, the more they ate out, the more they underestimated how much they were spending on eating out.

Perhaps most surprisingly, many of the participants weren’t even aware that there was a big difference between their first and second budgets.

Yes, I know that it is based on a “study” but it is still relevant. I think the two times higher estimate is generous. You either have a budget or you don’t. In other words, you’re either in control of your money or you’re not.

To study the link between masculinity and meat, DeLessio-Parson interviewed 23 vegetarians who live in Argentina to probe how they deal with their country’s “meat-centric” culture, finding that being vegetarian itself is a political act.

So she had a sample size of 23 and not one of them was a meat eater. In other words, an accurate title for her so-called “study” would have been, Not eating meat perpetuates crazy feminist lunatics.

Austria passed a law banning smoking in bars and restaurants as of May 2018. But that will now be overturned under a deal between the conservative People’s Party (OVP) led by Sebastian Kurz and the far-right Freedom Party (FPO) reached during their ongoing negotiations on a governing coalition, according to a person familiar with their discussions.

The rollback has begun. The craziest idea was that people went to bars for their health. Also, passive smoking is completely unproven. And I like a cigar after a meal. Not only that, I love blowing my smoke in the face of some prog twat.

The things men and women naturally do—flirt, play, lewdly joke, desire, seduce, tease—now become harassment only by virtue of the words that follow the description of the act, one of the generic form: “I froze. I was terrified.” It doesn’t matter how the man felt about it. The onus to understand the interaction and its emotional subtleties falls entirely on him. But why? Perhaps she should have understood his behavior to be harmless—clumsy, sweet but misdirected, maladroit, or tacky—but lacking in malice sufficient to cost him such arduous punishment?

In recent weeks, I’ve acquired new powers. I have cast my mind over the ways I could use them. I could now, on a whim, destroy the career of an Oxford don who at a drunken Christmas party danced with me, grabbed a handful of my bum, and slurred, “I’ve been dying to do this to Berlinski all term!” That is precisely what happened. I am telling the truth. I will be believed—as I should be.

But here is the thing. I did not freeze, nor was I terrified. I was amused and flattered and thought little of it. I knew full well he’d been dying to do that. Our tutorials—which took place one-on-one, with no chaperones—were livelier intellectually for that sublimated undercurrent. He was an Oxford don and so had power over me, sensu stricto. I was a 20-year-old undergraduate. But I also had power over him—power sufficient to cause a venerable don to make a perfect fool of himself at a Christmas party. Unsurprisingly, I loved having that power. But now I have too much power. I have the power to destroy someone whose tutorials were invaluable to me and shaped my entire intellectual life much for the better. This is a power I do not want and should not have.

The piece has its flaws but it is well worth examining nonetheless. The author begins the piece with the assertion that women are fed up with feeling prickles down their spine when they walk down a dimly lit street. This is why I laugh whenever I hear the claim that women possess a heightened sense of empathy. Many is the moment that I too have felt a prickle of apprehension down my own spine when walking along a street, dimly lit or not.

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A story about flying a plane over L.A. The man is a true storyteller, and the associated images lift his performance to even greater heights, pardon the pun.

So, according to the 19-year-old bisexual socialist witch, MRAs are “washed up fedora-toting” obscenities whose chief motivation is that they “can’t get a date.” This is further confirmation of Vox Day’s Third Law: “SJWs always project.” Which is to say that, by portraying her chosen enemies as primarily motivated by sexual dissatisfaction, Sara tells us about her own motivation. Sara is pro-abortion because she is a feminist who hates children and never wants to have babies (which may explain her fascination with the pagan Goddess of Death).

Anyway, his employers took serious issue with the piece, even though it had passed through an editorial process consisting of no less than seven people (all of whom kept their jobs), and fired him. He is now blacklisted from every major publication he used to write for. What distressed him the most is the people who fired him seemed to take an almost perverse delight in doing so, gleefully seizing on the opportunity to virtue-signal. Up until that point he had considered some of these people to be his friends. The Irish Taoiseach Leo Varadkar – the one who Theresa May seemingly reports to – also got in on the act, denouncing Myers in public as being misogynistic and anti-semitic.

Here at the alt-right we complain about cucks on a regular basis. But cucks are simply cowards who sieze any opportunity to betray for their own gain. The world is full of them. Remember the golden rule – CYOB. Cover your own butt.

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Music of the week. I listen to a lot of house music while writing. My brother was a pretty big house DJ in Australia back in the day, and many years ago he put me on to a group called Crazy Penis, now known as Crazy P. They are one of the tightest groups in the biz working today. Worth exploring.

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6 thoughts on “Friday hawt chicks & links – The Inspiration edition.”

Brandon

In the wake of Mad Cows Desease scare and under the influence of a testosterone inducing hunt-sabbing vegetarian girl friend (oh the wonders of underdoing a hippie girls Doc Martin boots in hurry) I decided to give up meat (I kept fish obviously) no ideology, no lecturers, just stopped. Fast forward 25 years: My wife of 9 years, works her way through a chicken a week. She was delighted two years ago, when I said I was going to eat meat again. If I’d known about Soy I might have moved quicker. I intuitively knew abstaining from red meat might be linked to passivity. I now enjoy a well done steak when I’m not fasting. I can not see the point of eating steak unless it maximises my hegemonic masculinity!

I went to a “meat is for special occasions” diet in my 20s because pulses are that much cheaper, and easier to store as a source of protein. Then in my mid 30s, I started to hit the gym, and it took about ten days before my body was craving flesh. Fortunately, by that point, I was no longer under the budgetary constraints that drove me nigh-vegetarian; and it was glorious.

I like a woman who wears a watch, it doesn’t make them more punctual but at least tells them how late they are. This is the best way to set the stage early with a woman, never wait around for one. If they aren’t there on time leave and send a polite text saying you have left.

I warned my wife precisely once on this. I told her that if we are going somewhere that requires my punctuality I will leave without you. She was rather flabbergasted when it happened. Funny how that works, it hasn’t happened ever again.

Not sure how long she will keep that body if she keeps sucking down 350 calorie iced mochas, but nice. Maybe it’s really a high protein shake hidden inside a take out coffee cup to fool those around her.